Hi it’s me, I still exist, as does this blog. 2.5 years and 100 new gray hairs later, MY FIRST TV SHOW AS SHOWRUNNER HAS DROPPED ON PEACOCK. Yesterday, on the day of its release, I laid on my bed and cried, cried off my false eyelashes from the night before, happy and exhausted tears, for every moment along the way I doubted myself, feared I couldn’t do it, wanted to quit. While I’ve aged ten years and accessed parts of my nature I never knew were there, Good Lord, how I have grown. I’ve learned tough lessons about communication, leadership, and how to both tell and protect a good story. And even though there were literal days where I shouted to Morrison in the kitchen, I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN, I now cannot wait to do it again, maybe even again with BASICALLY ALL WOMEN, LOOK AT ALL OF THESE GORGEOUS WOMENNNNNNNN.
